I stood there watching; laughing inside, a smirk on my face.
“Something funny, Ms. Jones?” Miss Tanner said out of nowhere.
I didn't answer.
“I didn't think so! What the hell happened here?” She noticed Tameka on the ground. “Get her out of here,” she commanded.
“What? I didn't do nothing. She came at me. That bitch came at me!”
“No, you were bothering her,” one of my girls yelled out.
Sharon lifted Tameka to her feet and began escorting her out.
“This isâwhat the fuck! I ain't coming back here! I'm tired of this place! I didn't do shit! I'ma get you, bitch! You hear me? I'ma get you good!”
Tameka didn't put fear in my heart. If her girls weren't standing right here, all cut up might I add, she would not be talking that shit.
“I'm not gonna even entertain stories right now. Get these ladies out. Breakfast is over. Tameka's a goner. Ginger, you need to see the nurse and then see the hole. You too, Torrey. The rest of you girls, move it out. The show is over.”
“She started it,” Ginger yelled as we all shuffled out of the way.
“Yeah, and I'm finishing it.” Ms. Tanner smirked.
To my relief, it was
adiós
, Tameka, and hello freedom. She was kicked out of the detention center for good. No doubt she cursed me saying I was going to get mine, but I wasn't worried. By the time she tries to come back here, I will be long gone. I only had three more weeks left in this joint, and I could care less about Tameka.
I was on to my next taskâsexing. I had a chance to continue my mission. With the help of my girls, I was able to sneak out on a regular basis. On their end, I was hooking them up with Vicodin. Yeah, I had Jen make a few phone calls for me, and we got a little street pharmacy going here. I got the girls hooked on it too. They were doing anything for me and still pressing thumbs.
Along with the sneaking out, I was, of course, hooking up with any dudes on the block, from wherever. Inside the center, I was building up a relationship with the security guard. He would be a guaranteed help for looking out when I snuck out, and I could give him a taste to make him keep quiet.
I waltzed pass the security station every day around 5:00
P.M.
when the shifts changed. I had my eye on this dude Jerry. He wasn't a hot shot, but he had the goods to become a victim. I knew I could get him easy. He had that I-wanna-piece-of-young-meat look in his eyes.
“Hey, Jerry!”
“What's going on?”
“You.”
“Oh yeah!”
“Yeah. You look good in that security uniform.”
“Girl, you better watch yourself.”
“Why? You gonna tell on me?”
“Nah, I ain't no snitch.”
“How old are you?”
“Too old for you!”
“Age ain't nothin' but a number.”
“Not to the law!”
“I thought you said you ain't no snitch.”
“I ain't, but I don't mess with minors either.”
“Hmmm. Who said I was tryin'a mess with you?”
“Okay, continue your route, young'un.”
He nudged me off, and I laughed as I walked away swaying my apple-bottom booty from left to right. I turned around to see if he was watching and he was. He knew he wanted this. Their eyes never lie. The booty gets them every time.
Jerry may have said I was a young'un, but guess what young pussy he was tearing up? Desire's. Almost every other night he wanted some.
At first, he wanted to use condoms, and I refused, saying I was on the shot, but he still wouldn't let up. So he got his way.
But not for long. I guess it was so good to him, he wanted to raw-dog it. And, by golly, wow! He got what he wanted. We had a little barter going on too. Every time I gave him some, he would let me go out at night for a few.
I was mainly meeting up with dudes, sexing them after we drank and puffed on some trees. I was continuing my mission as planned. I had to have had sex with about forty guys this summer, and no telling who they slept with. I was doing the damn thing accomplishing my goal. I was getting out of this place in about a week, and the number was definitely going to multiply.
The night before my departure, me and Jerry planned to meet up and get our last groove on. I met him downstairs on the late night in the basement. This time he had his brother with him. It was his first night on the job. Jerry thought I was going to pull a fit about his brother tagging along, but of course I didn't. The more, the merrier.
I got down and dirty with both of them, and while his brother Andrew was taking his turn, the supervisor Diane walked in on us. She was the fill-in for Ms. Tanner, who was on vacation. I was in some deep shit now.
I fumbled to put my clothes on and ran up the stairs.
“What the hell were you doing down there?”
I stood there unresponsive. What did she expect me to sayâhaving sex? Duh, she saw me.
“Do you know you just violated all ethical codes, rules, and regulations?”
Andrew walked up the stairs as she said this.
“And, you, your shift is complete for the night. Report to my office first thing in the morning for a termination hearing. Where's Jerry?”
Luckily Jerry had gone to the bathroom. He was saved. She had no clue he was in on it.
“Come to my office now, Desire.”
I walked to Diane's office as if I was on stilts. I knew I was going home tomorrow and there was nothing she could do to me, but in the back of my mind I was thinking maybe she could prolong my stay.
“Sit your ass down right there. I am so disgusted at what I just saw.”
She pulled out my file.
“Oh, I see. You're going home tomorrow, and you thought you could get away with anything, huh. Sorry, baby, it doesn't work like that around here. I'm a tough one to come by, especially when a young lady like you is doing something so disrespectful like this. It's not only disrespectful to me, but it's disrespectful to you and your body.”
She had to be the one to preach. She had me so caught up in her words that I really began to think that what I did was wrong, but it wasn't though. It wasn't! She didn't know what I had been through. She didn't know me.
“I'm fine with what I was doing. I'm not stupid. I know what I'm doing.”
“Oh, so I got a conscious person who knows it all. Did you know that you just got an employee a statutory rape case, huh? Did you know that this place can be shut down within a heartbeat if something like this gets reported? And guess where you would spend the rest of your time? Prison. It wouldn't matter if you were a minor or not.”
She didn't scare me, and I could give two shits about a damn statutory rape case. I ain't taking nobody to court.
“Oh, you're quiet now, huh?”
“What you want me to say?” I smirked.
Why is she wasting my time? I'm out of here in like nine hours.
“Okay, smart-ass. Since this is all a big joke to you, laugh at this. Go unpack. Because guess what? You're snaking this joint out for another month, and I better not catch you so much as talking to any males in this facility or else.”
“You can't do that! I'm leaving tomorrow.”
“I can do whatever I please. Try me if you want to.”
I stormed out of her office and headed to my bed.
Jerry tried to get my attention on the way, but I ignored him. I was so furious inside, he might have gotten a chronic curse-out that he didn't deserve.
I got to my bed and couldn't sleep the entire night. I couldn't do another month in this hellhole. This was ludicrous.
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I did my extra month, and it was torture. Diane was clocking me like white on rice. Every move I made she was there. She had me doing all kinds of labor. If I wasn't washing dishes for all three meals, then I was scrubbing tables. And if I wasn't doing that, then I was sweeping, mopping, washing down the walls, or getting together loads of trash barehanded. I was working like a slave. No different from my years at home.
I needed to get out. I was starting to feel too confined. I needed to infect someone. I'd been off track for a few weeks now, and I wasn't feeling like myself. I was fienin' to give someone HIV.
Jerry even stopped letting me go out, let alone talk to me. The new security guard, Shane, was trying to get at me, but he was just disgusting. He had what we young people call a yuck mouthâinflamed gums, yellow stains between the teeth, and breath you can smell from a mile away. As much as I was craving for my next prey, I was not about to jeopardize it on stankin' Shane. He had a skunky body odor too, and the closer you got to him, the more awful he smelled.
I was too anxious the night before I was scheduled to leave. I went to sleep way before the lights went out.
I rolled over in the middle of my sleep to find a light shining in my face.
“Desire, you 'sleep?”
I look up, and it was Shane. “What?”
“You 'sleep?”
“Mmm-hmm!”
“Come on, get up.”
“For what?”
“Because you have to come with me.”
“I didn't do anything.”
He picked me up out of my bed and placed his hand over my mouth.
Ugh! His hands smelled like he had been playing in shit. His body odor was below zero, and he was touching me, violating me. I started kicking for him to let go of me. This was not about to happen. He got me out of the room and dragged me down to the basement, which was only one flight down from the sleeping area. He pushed me up against the wall, held me so I couldn't move, and unbuckled his pants with one hand.
“When I say you get up, I mean what I say, trick. You know you leaving tomorrow and you ain't gonna give me none? You gave Jerry and his brother some.”
His breath smelled like garlic and sour milk. I wanted to scream, but he was still covering my mouth. I began to cry. This was not about to happen again. His hand loosened up a little, and I bit into his skin, but it didn't faze him.
He got my pants down, and then Jerry opened the basement door and flashed the light for a quick second
.
There is a God.
My panic eased up.
“Oh, my fault, dog. Do your thang.”
Can he not see what's going on? This guy is trying to rape me.
Jerry's little distraction allowed me the opportunity to knee Shane in the balls. I struck him as hard as I could. As he curled over, I bolted up the stairs and was heading out the door.
Jerry stood in my way as I tried to push the door open. “Hold up, Desire. Where you going?”
“Out of this fucking place!”
Shane came up the stairs with his clothes properly fixed.
“Get him the hell away from me. He just tried to rape me.”
“Okay, calm down,” Jerry insisted.
“That bitch is lying, man. You know I ain't try to rape her. Why would I try to rape somebody who already gives it up?”
“He's lying.”
From all of the commotion, Diane had come downstairs. “What the hell is going on here?”
“He tried to rape me,” I screamed in tears, pointing at Shane.
“What?” she exclaimed.
“Girl, I didn't try to rape you. Don't you lie on me.”
“I ain't lying!”
“You are. Lying bitch!”
He tried to charge at me, but Jerry held him back. “Wait. Everybody calm down.”
“Desire, come here.”
I walked over to Diane. She whispered for me to go to my sleeping quarters and promised we would talk in a few, after she dealt with Shane and Jerry.
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I woke up that morning tired as all hell because I didn't get any sleep. I was paranoid the entire night and afraid that someone was going to try and do something to me. So I remained wide awake until the lights came on. Diane had never come to talk to me like she said she would. I was happy to see the lights come on. I piled my stuff up and carried everything I had to the first floor.
“Desire, you have to eat breakfast first,” Diane informed me.
“I don't want breakfast. I just wanna be released.” I was in one of those moods. I had to get out of here.
“All right, no breakfast, but let me talk to you for a minute. Come to my office so you can be properly discharged.”